What's going on with the 3 high 3 low points....

[DeeDeeCues]

Understated. Yes.

"Just wood." Simple but majestic. Solemn almost. Let the grain speak, and little else.

And of course the worm hole.

I grew up in a log cabin built of chestnut. Long story. American chestnut was unavailable due to blight of course, so the logs were imported from Europe. Original log home, not one of those modern kits. In the woods of Pennsylvania.

I like it.

What kind of pin?

Thank-you for the kind words.

Pin is modified 3/8-10.

Love of wood is what got me started in cuemaking, maybe pool, also. I grew up with a father who was a carpenter, carpenter apprenticeship instructor, cabinet maker. I don't think we ever had less than about 500-1000 board feed of oak, hickory, cherry around the shop.

The handle wood was given to me by a guy I only met a few times, he heard I was getting back into cue making and gave me the wood. He had it marked as 'S. American Chestnut', but the only reference I can find online to that is another name for brazilnut trees, and this definitely isn't that. Mystery wood, I guess, but it has some really interesting subtle colors, kinda like washed-out canarywood. The photos don't do it justice.

Lots of craftsmanship goes into a good log house. One of the few types of construction I haven't worked on.

 

[Chopdoc]

Thank-you for the kind words.

Pin is modified 3/8-10.

Love of wood is what got me started in cuemaking, maybe pool, also. I grew up with a father who was a carpenter, carpenter apprenticeship instructor, cabinet maker. I don't think we ever had less than about 500-1000 board feed of oak, hickory, cherry around the shop.

The handle wood was given to me by a guy I only met a few times, he heard I was getting back into cue making and gave me the wood. He had it marked as 'S. American Chestnut', but the only reference I can find online to that is another name for brazilnut trees, and this definitely isn't that. Mystery wood, I guess, but it has some really interesting subtle colors, kinda like washed-out canarywood. The photos don't do it justice.

Lots of craftsmanship goes into a good log house. One of the few types of construction I haven't worked on.

My dad was a doctor by profession, a woodsman by his passion. He felt being among the trees brought him closer to God. I literally have no memories of him in the house when I was a kid, only in the woods. And later in the hospital when he would take me along when he was called in "on call" for emergency surgeries. I hung out in his office and did surgery on teddy bears.

My parents bought that house from a very old couple and restored it. That couple built that house nearly 100 years before. We moved there when I was about 5 years old. We didn't move into one of the "doctor neighborhoods". Many were surprised. I have a photo album with the before and after pictures of the house and every room in it. It was an amazing place to grow up. A real log cabin. There were places you could see light coming through between the logs. Yeah, it cost a fortune to heat and cool. I remember my parents talking about that when I was very young. There was a big stone fireplace with brass andirons and a bear skin rug. Magical.

We had acres, surrounded by woods and farmlands. Fruit and nut trees. My mother made pies and preserves from the apples, cherries, pears, raspberries, strawberries, and plums that grew on our land. I grew up playing in the woods. I ended up getting into engines, cars, and motorcycles. The intersection for my dad and I was leather, and later of course medicine which I actually fought against only because I did not want to be seen as following in his footsteps. I had an independent streak. It had to be me, my decision, my goal. It took a while, I became a nurse first. My dad actually advised me not to go into medicine. He thought I would be disappointed with it. I started to learn to appreciate wood more like my dad when I discovered cues at 18, that's when I got my Joss.

So fast forward to the here and now. I have no idea what South American Chestnut might be, but chestnut rang a bell close to my heart.